Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Technova,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.